Writing on a cup of coffee As she waits my table And she smiles when able from the inside And who would've thought a cup of coffee Would make my legs
They shocked the world cause they wanted to live. They had no food, no alternative. Lost in the snow weak in the mind. Starving and cold ate their own
[Music by Johann Sebastian Bach] [instrumental]
Translation: Blue October. Mr. Blue's Menu.
Translation: G.B.H.. Passenger On The Menu.
: [Music by Johann Sebastian Bach] [instrumental]
